In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Grisly Adams or Mad?

So, I'm driving down a busy street, in the right lane, and I see a large Grizzly Adams looking walking against traffic in my lane. He's a little far from the curb, so I had only two options: Hit him with my mirror, or put it to the floor and change lanes.

I put it to the floor and changed lanes. I had the feeling stopping would lead to a severe stare down, or an encounter with a demented Grizzly Adams.

Travelling home from work leads to some interesting things. Considering I had to dodge a kid on a bicycle, and a Dodge pickup truck at a stop light, I had this strong feeling I needed to get home and lock the doors....so, I did.

Monday, January 26, 2015

A Little Beyond My Comprehension

I was picking up some pipe fittings at a local hardware store today, when I spied a weight challenged woman walking across the parking lot.

By "weight challenged", I mean skinny. I'm using that term because people get so butt-hurt when you point out the obvious these days.

Anyway, she was thin. How thin? So thin she would have to run around in the shower for five minutes just to get wet. So thin, if she turned sideways, and stuck out her tongue, she'd look like a zipper. I'd a bet a soda water she was south of 90 pounds soaking wet; even if she was around 5 feet 10 inches.

I had to fight the urge to stop and offer to buy her two family size mash potatoes and gravy from the chicken restaurant across the parking lot. That, and two dozen biscuits with extra butter; with the advice to repeat daily for a few weeks.

So, where was she going? Judging by her spandex pants, jogging shoes, and running jacket, I'd say she was going to the local fitness club. Since she was heading in that direction, I'm pretty sure I'm right.

If she's determined to lose weight, she's succeeded. In fact, I'd have to warn her to not run in the forest, since a spark from her knees striking together might ignite any dry pine straw.

I really don't see how she could build up any muscle, since she doesn't have anything to work with. You have to have some meat to work with, and she was like hide stretched over sticks.

I don't understand some people. As I age, I realize I don't need to know.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Joe Walsh - Life's Been Good (HQ Audio)

One more for the road. Drive safely, and keep between the white stripes.



Hold Your Head Up-Argent-1972-(Long Version)

Way back when, when AM radio was king, I'd play pool at a friend's house, we'd solve all the problems of the world, and it was a simple task; if they'd listen to the brilliant suggestions youth demanded.

This song was played, but it was the short version, so the advertisers received all the air time they paid for.

Spooky Tooth: Something to Say - Track 3 - The Last Puff

Way back when, when dirt was almost new, this album came out. I listened to it many times, and it's something to look up on the internet, if you like such music.

I think this song was written by Joe Cocker. It was one of my favorites; not so much for the lyrics (which can become meaningless if I like the music), but I like the background jaw harp in the chorus, which was something more than unique with rock music. That, the melody, the production, and background singers, which add a haunting effect to the end of the song.

I never really cared much for the guitar solo at the end, but found it in my heart to forgive the transgression.